On the road to Glencoe

Reel 302 Side #2 No. 6
Collected by Mike Fiddler For M.C. Parler Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Sung by:
George W. Calvert Prairie Grove, Ark Dec. 28, 1964
On the Road to Glencoe
I set out a-walking One evening of late,
Glencoe a green mantle,
The fields decorate
So careless I wandered Not knowing where to go So straight to a fountain That lies near Glencoe.
There approached me a damsel As bright as a dime,
On her ribbons and ...
Around her did flow.
And I says to this damsel Your enchanting smile And Womanly features Has my heart beguiled.
And if all your affections On me you'll bestow,
We'll bless the happy hour We met in Glencoe.On the Road to Glencoe continued-
Young man she made answer Your truths I disdain,
I once had a lover,
MacDonald by name.
But he went to the war,
Was about ten years ago,
And 'til he returns,
Still single I'll go.
So finding her faithful He pulled out a glove She gave him when parting As a token of love.
Her arms she throwed ’round him While the tears down did flow, Saying are you MacDonald, Returned to Glencoe.

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Reel 302 Side #2 No. 6
Collected by Mike Fiddler For M.C. Parler Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Sung by:
George W. Calvert Prairie Grove, Ark Dec. 28, 1964
On the Road to Glencoe
I set out a-walking One evening of late,
Glencoe a green mantle,
The fields decorate
So careless I wandered Not knowing where to go So straight to a fountain That lies near Glencoe.
There approached me a damsel As bright as a dime,
On her ribbons and ...
Around her did flow.
And I says to this damsel Your enchanting smile And Womanly features Has my heart beguiled.
And if all your affections On me you'll bestow,
We'll bless the happy hour We met in Glencoe.On the Road to Glencoe continued-
Young man she made answer Your truths I disdain,
I once had a lover,
MacDonald by name.
But he went to the war,
Was about ten years ago,
And 'til he returns,
Still single I'll go.
So finding her faithful He pulled out a glove She gave him when parting As a token of love.
Her arms she throwed ’round him While the tears down did flow, Saying are you MacDonald, Returned to Glencoe.